TRAGIC POEMS - Poetry - http://maxpages.com/nichola/TRAGEDIES

Dedicated to my friend Doug Clark who died June 9 in a horrible car
crash...this is to you Dude

Driving down the road, a little to fast but hey everyone drives fast
lets race that car I here you say
all right
Music blaring gas pedal to the ground
faster faster we all scream
lost control the tire blows
the sickening sound of twisted metal fills my ears
there are screams but then slince
erie silence
Why aren't you crying Doug? Why aren't you screaming?
are you not hurt?
I try to open my eyes but the blood is to thick
is everyone ok?
I here the sirens down the street
Oh God hurry up!
Only two of us are in ambulances
someone's lying on the ground, covered with a death sheet
NO! I hear my self scream
he's not hurt!
They shut the doors
gone
good-bye

Zum420@aol.com

A poem about the tragedy at the high school in
Colorado.
It is dedicated to all who lost someone and to everyone
who is heartbroken by it.

As soon as I heard it on t.v.,
I uttered a sigh.
I thought to myself
"Why oh why?"
Why did so many people have to die?
It's such a horrible thing
To have young people
Stripped of their wings.
I keep seeing those guns, those guns.
How I wish what they did
I could make undone.
Why oh why?
Why did so many people have to die?
To those parents,
I wish I could say,
"Don't worry, everything'll be ok."
But I can't do that
Things aren't ok
So I simply cannot say.
Their son or daughter will never again
See the sunshine
Of another day.
They won't be able to hang out
With their friends,
Or, with enemies,
To make amends.
How can people do such gruesome deeds?
To take someone's life,
As if pulling a weed.
I hate how life can be so cruel,
For that,
I wish I could invent some new tool.
To take away the suffering, the pain.
To not have 15 young people be slain.
For those people will never have a chance,
A chance for the one they love to marry
Or the newborn they would someday have to carry.
I still ask myself
"Why do people do such terrible things?"
Does it give them satisfaction
To break a life
Into a million things?
What did those people do wrong?
Why was it their life chosen
To not be very long?
I get so upset by some people
In this world.
In a coffin,
Sixty feet underground,
I wish I had them curled.
For those remaining people,
Unbearable memories there will always be.
How life could ever go on again,
It may be difficult to see.
"Why oh why?"
Why did so many people have to die?
Right now as I'm writing this,
I hear myself uttering
Another sigh.

Heather Scofield
cleo_the_cat@hotmail.com

"Tragedy"
Written by Michelle West
LIVELY101@aol.com

There's this small cross by the side of
highway 128, near a town called Boonville
That's where he was killed.
After just one drink someone volunteered to drive
Into the car, everyone jumped inside.
They really didn't know where that road would end
nobody did
swerving into the opposite lane, into another car they slid
It's two A.M. now with the police officer sending us chills
Telling mother that her oldest son had just been killed.
That began a grueling journey through grief
Where all roads to no where lead.
The driver left us with an ache in our hearts that will never go away
and too many questions to remain.
A nightmare that will haunt for the rest of our lives
And highway 128 with a small cross by it's side.

for you Chris Laddish and your strength...to your brother, Micheal Laddish

Close To My Heart

The pain in my heart
Is the pain of a thousand broken hearts.
It has been torn into many pieces and parts.
It will never mend,
The string has come to an end.
My only best friend is gone,
While I sing a sad song.
She has been taken into other hands,
The hands of a good man.
There will always be an empty space inside of me
Knowing she's far away.
But she is still very close to me,
I'll see her again someday.
I will always love her special qualities,
Her soft and shinny hair,
Which no one could compare.
Her beautiful laughter and smile,
Which has taken me every mile.
Every mile of my journey across the way.
Her trying hard to help in every way.
Her wills to try, try again,
Even if she couldn't succeed,
She was always in the lead.
Aprill will always be gorgeous inside and out,
that I will never doubt.
And I will try to be strong,
For I know I am not doing wrong.
Each night I pray
To the lord up above,
That my dear friend is being taken care of.
And that I'll see her the end.
I hope right now as I speak
She is watching over me,
And understands why I am weak.
I miss her very much,
And the things she always did
To make me smile and feel good inside,
I know never to hide.
May Aprill rest in peace.
When I arrive I will find her,
But we are still together,
For she walks beside me each step I take
And every move I make.
Aprill Jayne Dorcas I will love you for eternity.
We will meet again some day,
Until then I promise to be good,
And to laugh every chance I get.
Love ya girlfriend!
You're gorgeous always.

-Denise Gail

Written for Aprill Jayne Dorcas, my best friend for eternity.
May her soul rest in peace. September 1978-August 1994.

A MOTHERS MESSAGE FROM UP ABOVE
Written by: WshUHdMe@aol.com

I know you lost your mother some time ago,
but there are so many things she still wants you to know.
Everytime you feel a tear come to your eye and feel as though you may cry,
know I'm with you in your heart even though we are apart.
God has chose this way for me , I know it's hard for you to see, but now I can
watch over you more closly.
Don't ever doubt if I'm by your side, fear not my son, you have nothing to hide.
For you are everything I thought you would be, and still very much a part of me.
I am sending this message to you from up above , open your heart and allow
yourself to feel all of my love.

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